The hero of the female supporting role in fast time travel is highly poisonous

Then he heard Cobb's loud voice yelling again: "Meet the enemy! Ready! Gun and reload!"

Bursts of gunshots came from a distance, and bursts of screams sounded from the king's formation.Sergeant Cobb looked at the soldiers on the opposite side in horror. They stopped advancing and fired at areas far beyond the range of their own soldiers.

"Advance! All advance! Cavalry, prepare to charge!" Cobb ordered again.He planned to take advantage of the opportunity to move forward while the opponent was reloading, so that his soldiers could fight back.

However, he miscalculated again, and the opponent fired again. This time, fewer soldiers fell, but the blow to morale was several times heavier!
"Rush, rush! Give it to me!" Kebo was in a hurry, and encouraged the soldiers to charge forward, while he mounted his horse and led the cavalry to charge towards the enemy's position first.

The cannon sounded again, in the crowd, in the cavalry.Men and horses were blasted and torn apart.Roaring and crying sounded into one piece.Tritter, who was stunned by the scene in front of him, watched Kerber's take-off in horror, his heart was completely cold, and he no longer cared about the out-of-control Maharaja, and fled to Akili City with his cronies.

After experiencing a disastrous defeat, Tritter fled back dozens of miles with his cronies before he remembered the important thing of gathering the rout and preserving his strength.He sent his cronies back to the battlefield on fast horses to control the situation. What made him a little relieved was that the cavalry captain who had been sent out to find the location of the artillery had a bit of a brain. The troops fled the battlefield in a somewhat orderly manner, without causing the entire army to fall into complete chaos.

Tritter waited anxiously for almost two hours before the rout was finally completed.After a preliminary count, of the 4 soldiers brought out, only a little over 6000 remained, and all the steam cannons were lost.The other five mercenary regiments, with a total of [-] people, were completely disbanded.The scouts told him that Mr. Weisuo did not pursue him, but there was almost no loss. In addition, the cavalry brigade said that the opponent's artillery position might be on a flat mountain thousands of meters away. The collapsed soldiers rushed back to Akili without stopping.

After returning to the mansion, Tritter wrote a letter to Clakein asking for help, and at the same time sent a special envoy to Lockliang City, begging the other party to send troops to rescue.In the next few days, the entire city was filled with unease, more and more merchants and dignitaries fled, and even deserters appeared in the king's army.As the lord of the city, he had no choice but to issue a decree, allowing only a few approved caravans to enter and leave the city, which stabilized the situation a little.What made him laugh and cry was that as the days passed, the residents of the city found that the royal army had not launched an attack, and they returned to normal again.

The situation inside the city was stable, but the news from outside the city once again made Tritter feel hopeless.Lockliang City did not send aid to the king. The city lord Oswell dismantled the completed defense camp and supporting fortifications, and brought all the troops back to Lockliang.As for the reinforcement Tritter asked for, he shirked it in an official tone, saying that the defense plan had changed, and that he would send troops to reinforce him after his new city defense system was established.On the other hand, President Walter asked Trittle to defend the city with all his strength, and try his best to resist the coming royal maharaja.Reinforcements are already on the way and will arrive soon.

This kind of false official words cannot be hidden from Tritter, especially in the days that followed, when he found out that a large number of Jun Bei had been sent to Luoliang, and without Aqili's share, he was very clear about his own identity. Situation - he has become a pariah.Tritter felt sad and angry in his heart, but he also understood that after returning from a big defeat, he had lost the strength to challenge the alliance.At the same time, he is more deeply afraid of the strength of the royal family. Only 5000 people, plus an artillery team, can defeat the king's army of nearly 5 people and flee. What if it is 5 people, or even 10 people? !
Two weeks had passed since the defeat, and Tritter knew that his days were numbered.He cannot defend the city when he advances, and cannot ask the royal family for peace when he retreats.The betrayal of the ancestors, and his own stupidity, have ruined the only way of life.Leaning on the recliner, Tritter thought about his short life.After a long time, the sun slanted to the west, and the red light from the setting sun shone into the study room, and the dejected city lord sat up again.

After getting up, Tritter looked at the pen and paper that had been prepared on the table, made up his mind, picked up the pen, and wrote the letter.Before long, he filled the entire letter paper. While the pen and ink were still wet, he checked and read it carefully before putting the letter in a beautiful envelope and sealing it with wax. Finally, he took off the ring and used it Stamped with the family coat of arms.With a long sigh, Tritter grinned at the corner of his mouth, showing a calm smile, and pressed the button on the table.

A few minutes later, a white-haired elderly butler with a blindfold on his left eye walked into the study. This butler was tall and strong, and even the butler's uniform he was wearing seemed rather tight.The old man walked to the desk, looked at his master worriedly, and said in a deep voice, "Master, what do you need?"

"Sai Kele," Tritter picked up the letter on the table with a smile, handed it to the old housekeeper, and then ordered: "Go, send someone to deliver this letter to the people in the north."

Sai Kele couldn't bear it, and asked in a low voice: "Master, is this really the case?! You haven't reached that point yet, right?! You just lost one game. Next, just hold on..."

"I can't keep it!" Tritter put away his smile and interrupted the butler.After the two looked at each other for a few seconds, the city lord repeated solemnly again: "I can't keep it..."

The old housekeeper was silent, and silently took the letter.Tritter looked at the loyal old housekeeper, and continued to order: "Sai Kele, Madam and young masters, we must arrange to send them away immediately, yes! Send them away today! Arrange this right away! Make sure to arrange it! Money is not a problem , but be quick and be safe enough! After that, maybe the whole kingdom and even the whole continent will attack them!"

"Master, I swear on my life, I will protect the blood of Terrier with my life!" The old butler clenched his fist with his right hand and pressed it to his chest.

"There is no Terrier family anymore!" Tritter said, "Remember, this surname cannot be mentioned again in the future!"

The old housekeeper could only nod his head when he heard the words, and said with a crying voice: "Master, what are you going to do? Young masters are still young, they can't live without you!"

Tritel smiled indifferently, put his hand on the old man's right shoulder, and said in relief: "Someone must come to give the royal family an explanation, the rebellion must be punished, and the mistakes made by the ancestors can only be borne by me." Yes. Go, protect them well, and let them live in peace as ordinary people!"

The old man sighed, bowed to the master for the last time, and left the study quickly.After the butler left, Tritter was completely relaxed. He took out another bottle of wine from under the table, hummed a tune, opened the cap, and started drinking alone.At this moment, the sorrow and panic that had tortured him for more than ten days were gone forever.

At this time, Oswell von Thorin Jiekeluo, the city lord of Lockliang City, also finished his busy day and returned to the city lord's mansion.As soon as he entered the gate, a fat man slammed into Oswell, causing the bald man to bend down nervously to catch him.

"Ozzy!" Oswell, who hugged the little fat man, shouted helplessly, "Little guy, be careful! You're running too fast!"

"Hey~Father~~!" The little fat man smiled inarticulately: "Ozzy, miss you, miss you~ Hey hey~!"

With a little pity, Oswell rubbed the little fat man's messy hair and sighed.This child is his youngest and most beloved son.Naturally stupid, at the age of nine, he still can't walk steadily, and can't speak fully.He straightened up, held the child's fat hand, and was about to take him back to the house, when he saw a red-haired beauty looking at them with a smile at the door of the inner room.

"You're back, brother~!" The red-haired beauty greeted with a smile. She was Ovilloa von Sorin Jekolo, Oswell's own sister.

Oswell smiled, pulled Ozzy over to his sister, and replied, "Ah, I'm back, Oveloa."

The two looked at each other for a few moments, and Oswell saw that his sister had something to discuss, so he asked the servant to take Ozzy back to the room first, while he took his sister to the study.

After entering the study, Oveloya hurriedly locked the door, and before Oswell could speak, she flew onto him and kissed him deeply for several moments.

After a moment of tenderness, Oswell pushed his sister away, grabbed her hand, and asked in a helpless tone: "What's the matter? Roya? What happened please? You're shaking so badly! I've never seen Have you ever been so scared?"

Oveloya rested her head on his chest, and said softly with a crying voice: "Brother, didn't you say that there is going to be a war? And it is likely to be these few days?! What if the royal family really comes over?" ah?!"

"Don't be afraid," Oswell was afraid of her back, and comforted her in a deep voice, "I have everything to do, they can't get in!"

Oveloya raised her head, looked up at Oswell's face, and stared at his face without blinking.This action made the bald-headed man with a fierce face somewhat unable to adapt, so he could only ask in a tone of surrender: "What's the matter? Roya! What's the matter? Don't look at me like this, I feel uncomfortable~"

"Brother, I'm afraid, I'm afraid I won't be able to see you again." Oveloya responded lightly, "You can't hold back, right? Brother?"

"I'll keep..." Oswell wanted to refute, but looking at Oveloya who was staring at him closely, he could only reply with a wry smile: "Yes, I can't keep it... at least I can't keep it forever .”

"Then what should we do? Brother? Will they kill you? Will they kill me? Will they kill Oakley and the others? Or even Oz?" Oveloya asked with a trembling tone.